OK... going to be away at the Festival from Thursday until Sunday, so for those who cannot make it to Helpston this year (you must have a good excuse) here is another of Lady Clementina Hawarden's delicious daughters (whoops, sorry... but they are all so beautiful) coupled with a Clare sonnet as yet unpublished, but WILL figure in our next volume "In the Shadows" which Anne Lee and I are working upon at present.
Hopes sun shines sweet but who of hopes are proud
To see how soon it meeteth with a cloud
How many hopes & memorys went with
thee
That forwerd looked to better destiny
Song
seems not worth the muses care
Unless to
grace it womans love be there
&
fame is but a shadow crowned with bays
Without
the cheering sun of womans grace
When thy
young bosom at the tales it heard
Heavd up
& panted like a timid bird
Thy
splendid beauty blushed upon the sight
Like
sudden frenzy of unlooked for flight
Thou
haven of my trouble when I see
That lovely face the show is past with me
That lovely face the show is past with me
A discovery from the Clare Archive in Peterborough by Professor Eric Robinson and Roger Rowe
1 comment:
I came across your Page on FB and i am now a member. John Clare is the poet of all poets his words cascade in to my very being.
"Unpublished Sonnet" does this too.
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